“Mom?” I asked a moment ago on the phone. “What would you say is your biggest symptom of your schizophrenia?”
“Oh,” mom replied, thinking. “I think my dependence on your father is so telling of my schizophrenia. I am dependent on him for everything. He handles my money. My medications. My general being.”
“It is the same for me, too, you know,” I told her. “Dad pretty much runs my life, my money, my healthcare.”
“What would be your biggest symptom?” mom then asked me.
“Lately, it has been stir craziness,” I replied. “I can’t even sit down for ten minutes until I am up and walking.”
“You and I don’t have an easy row to hoe do we?” mom asked.
“No we don’t,” I replied. “But I think you and I are some pretty amazing people despite our limitations.”
“I like that,” mom said. “I am going to think about that today. You made me feel better.”
I hung up the phone always for the better from one of my calls to mom.